Aftermath, Backwash

Aftermath, Backwash

The sky is of sapphire ice drops, the crowd is worriedAll the things I have, I have in the bruised memory,I ought not hurry to the ride, to the raining sunshine,But as time goes by, I hit and run the mountain and azures, In the pale fire, the grinning moonlight, and settle on a journey.

The oddest – loveliest – aspect of your work is that often it is a concentration or distillation of something whose context and sources are verging on uncapturable.

Here you have achieved this tension and resolution in five lines ‘Only five lines’, I can say although I did take note of ‘But as time goes by’ because I imagine that these five lines were not as easy to write as it would appear to someone like me who does not write.